The Universe…
So vast that no one has ever been able to measure its true limits. Countless stars, mysterious planets, and unseen worlds are scattered across it. And at the far northern edge of this endless cosmos—right at its very end—exists Ashtara.
Ashtara… a planet that looks like something straight out of a dream—blue islands floating in the sky, glowing waterfalls, and land painted with countless colors. But as beautiful as it is… it is equally dangerous.
Because Ashtara is ruled by Magicians.
These are no ordinary magicians, but warriors whose power is beyond imagination. It is said that in ancient times, Ashtara was created by a Goddess who poured her entire life force into the planet so that it would live forever. And not just that—
To protect this world, she created a race that looked human yet stood far above humanity itself.
Each of their warriors could shatter mountains with a single fist and split oceans with one strike.
The universe knew them by only one name—Magicians.
On the eastern edge of Ashtara lay a small yet beautiful city called Sharyan. Today, the city looked nothing like it usually did. Every shop was closed, doors were shut, and an eerie silence filled the streets.
This silence wasn't born of fear—it was born of anticipation.
Because today was the Awakening Ceremony.
In Ashtara, no child is born with powers. When a child turns seven, the city's chief magician awakens the power hidden within them. People don't see this moment as a mere ritual—it is the beginning of a new journey.
Among the children standing there today was Arjun.
The son of a poor family yet carrying big dreams in his eyes. His clothes were simple, but his heart was full of confidence, and his face glowed with hope. He knew how much his parents had sacrificed to bring him here—and he would always be grateful for it.
Children of Ashtara are different. By the age of seven, their minds become as sharp as those of adult humans on Earth. That's why even at such a young age, Arjun had begun to understand the depths of life.
Now, he stood in a line beneath the massive stage of the Academy along with the other children. All eyes were fixed upward—
where a man floated in midair, wrapped in a blue robe.
Viyog, a Primary Magician of the Third Tier.
In this world, a magician's power is divided into levels—Zero, Primary, Secondary, and beyond. So far, the strongest magician in history had reached the Ninth Level. Each level contains nine tiers, and to advance to the next level, one must clear every tier.
But there is an old rumor…
that the most powerful magician in history—who reached the Ninth Level—also surpassed a Tenth Tier in every level.
No one has ever proven this claim. And no one has ever reached the Tenth Tier.
Many tried… all failed.
With time, the story faded into nothing more than a mysterious legend.
Floating above the stage, Viyog scanned the children with sharp eyes. He gestured, calling the first child forward. The boy walked silently, his gaze fixed on the ground.
As soon as he reached the stage, Viyog moved his hands in strange patterns through the air. From between his fingers burst a brilliant light of seven colors, which quickly gathered and solidified.
Within seconds, the light transformed into a jet-black, mysterious stone.
Its surface glowed faintly, and the ancient runes carved upon it seemed to shift—as if the stone itself were alive.
Everyone's eyes were locked onto the stone.
Taking a deep breath, Viyog looked at the child and said in a calm yet commanding voice,
"Place your hand on the stone."
The boy—Amar—nervously placed his hand on the cold surface.
The moment his fingers touched it—
Boom!
A low hum echoed through the air. In the next instant, a pale blue aura enveloped Amar. This was no ordinary glow—it felt as if an ancient power had awakened within his veins.
The blue light intensified until even the surrounding air felt heavy.
Crack—crack—crack!
Fine fractures spread across the ground, as though the earth itself was bowing to his power.
Amar's eyes widened in shock. He didn't even understand what was happening to him.
Viyog looked at him and said with seriousness mixed with excitement,
"You have received the essence of Wind. From today onward, you will be able to wield the power of air."
Amar's face lit up with joy. Wind abilities were extremely rare. With this power awakened inside him, his dream of becoming a great warrior grew even stronger.
Next, Viyog called another child—Aryan.
The moment Aryan touched the stone, deep crimson flames erupted around him. The fire was so intense that it could have reduced an ordinary human to ashes. Yet astonishingly, Aryan's body remained completely unharmed.
Viyog spoke gravely,
"You have received the essence of Fire. You will wield flames as your weapon. And from now on, no fire can burn you."
Excitement flashed in Aryan's eyes. A surge of power coursed through him, igniting the flames of ambition in his heart.
Next came a girl named Anika.
As soon as she touched the stone, the sky darkened and a thick layer of ice covered the entire stage. Freezing winds swept through the area, stealing the breath from those watching.
Viyog announced,
"You have received the essence of Ice. You may use it for both defense and attack."
Anika felt her new power awaken. Sparkling ice particles drifted from her hands, as if she could command a freezing storm at will.
And so the ceremony continued. One child after another stepped onto the stage and awakened their powers.
But some children received nothing at all.
After many turns… finally, it was Arjun's turn.
He climbed onto the stage like the others. The moment he touched the stone, dark clouds gathered in the sky and lightning roared across the heavens. Thunder echoed everywhere—
And then… nothing.
No light.
No aura.
No awakening.
Viyog looked at Arjun and said solemnly,
"No power has been obtained."
At those words, a strange emptiness filled Arjun's heart. His childhood dream—of becoming a magician—shattered in an instant. Surrounded by brilliance and awakened powers, he felt small… and painfully weak.
So has Arjun's journey to become a magician ended before it even began?
What will happen when his parents learn that he gained no power?
And what fate awaits Arjun on the path ahead?
To find out—
keep reading The Last Magician. 🔥✨